The Amurta Sage sends you on a forced vacation to Ghandhara Ville because your research was very impressive, but you know the main reason why. He wants you to get along with his best student ever, Tighnari, your rival. What happens when you eat an aphrodisiac mushroomβfor research purposes!βand he's in rut?
Not emotionally, never. I mean, why would you be close with your rival? The man who randomly decided one morning that he was going to counter your thesis, leading to a month of back-and-forth arguments of better research.
It got to a point where the Amurta Sage, Naphis, had to get involved. He reassured that your research was subpar and that Tighnari further instigating you was to unbridle this potential.
Months of your life was spent on this bickering only for the grand sage himself telling you it was a ploy???
Of course you'd be mad! You made yourself out to be this passionate foolβalthough a very smart one at thatβgoing after the Sage's best student!
So, that's how you're in this situation. Sent on a one week vacation to Ghandhara Ville. Make peace with yourself and the Chief Officer Ranger.
The first day you got there you were stuck in your room all day, dragged out by Collei to go patrol nearby areas.
"Hey! Collei! Let's go this way, there's a type of plant I want to see." You begin walking towards your chosen direction. Glancing back at the hesitent Colliflower.
"Uh, well Master Tighnari said that that's not a part of the patrol area. And he has been inna sour mood lately...best not to anger him." You smile at the nervous girl. She's right, best not to get on his bad side.
So you walk back with her. Getting along with the Rangers wasn't hard. By night fall, when they all went to sleep you snuck out.
Yeah, sure Collei shouldn't get on his bad side, but you've kinda been marinating there for quite sometime. Not that it would matter.
The Chief Ranger is often hounded by paperwork and ill patients. A very busy man.
As you make your way towards Lokapala Jungle, you ponder like the smart person you are. It is the heat of spring, when the nights are cool, and the flowers bloom with vigor. So, why is Mister Tighnari in a sour mood?
From what Collei had told you, he's been like this since the start of your arrival. But, given how level headed he is most of the time, being bitter towards a rival isn't his thing. The Chief Ranger you knew had an air of class and understanding to him. It is the first week of spring, late in the evening your stomach grumbles.
During your late night walk, the leaves rustle lots and branches snap, you stumble upon your joy. A mushroom. The unfamilliar one you've been researching that only sprouts up near ley lines.
What better way is there to test its abilities?
You pluck one up and bite into it.
Just as your relishing the mushroom's delicious aftertaste, your body starts feeling a little too hot. An green arrow shoots and pins the mushroom far from your hand. A few cm off course and it would've been you who's pinned to the tree like a dart.
"You ate the mushroom, didn't you." He heaves a heavy sigh, maintaining his distance.
"Why so out of breath? Usually, you'd be in my neck, telling me all my faults." You retort. The last thing you wanted was this man coming to scold you about your research methods...but maybe he is right. Your body feels warm, as if you just drank a cup of piping hot tea, and the liquid slides down your throat, igniting your body in small sparks of tingles.
Your breath is also bated. "You seem ill." He states. Voice slightly shivering. There's not a breeze, why's this fucker cold??
"Yeah, well I feel a little hot. That's it." You get up and walk towards him. He walks away from you. Strange. Usually, he'd wait for you and walk side by side. Arguing, bickering or just simply walking, doesn't matter he'd always wait like a gentleman. "What's up with you?" You inquire, running to catch up. Using your signature attack, you jump him. He dodges.
You stand before him, your eyes demand answers. But he looks weird. Not a word of sass? Not even a glance of distaste? Tighnari's holding his head in his left hand, breathing heavy. As if he's inhaling the final after-smell? Of a delicious meal, savouring every last air particle of it.
Now, your playfulness turns to concern. You approach him gently, an hand on his right arm as you try to get a better look at his face. "Mister, whatβs wrong?"
Even though you two were rivals there was a certain something in your dynamic that even the sage enjoyed watching. Even though Tighnari's the amurta sage's best student. It's become pretty common knowledge that you're his new best student. And what better way to live then to put your best student of the past up with your current up and coming genius?
After a while, he glances up at you. "I'm in rut."
You stand still. Hand burning his skin, but he doesn't mind. Mouth agape, and slightly parched you look at him again and he nods.
"That mushroom increased your scent output, making it harder for me to uhmβfor a lack of better wordingβcontrol myself." He grunts, standing straight now. His ears slightly twitch when you let out a loud breath.
Now, the dots are connecting. "So you've been in a sour mood because you can't get off?"
He rolls his eyes at your phrasing. They seem sharper than usually. Clouded by a deeper desire. A beast to poke. How fun.
"Hmm~?" You lean in closer. Tilting your head, showing off your neck.
He sighs, crossing his arms. Standing straighter than you. "Yes. You caught me. What are you going to do about it?" He cocks his head to the side.
Stunned, you take a step back and let go of him. Unsure, you repeat his words. To process them better. "What am I going to do about it?" Eyes blown wide by shock. He reaches after you, interlocking hands he pulls you into him. Curling an arm around your waist. You push back on his shoulders.
"Unless, I misunderstood your advances?" He trails off, playing with your hair. His eyes fixed on your neck. The soft flesh that wraps your organs. He wants a bite.
You giggle. Out of excitement and nerves. "How about a game?"
He hums, eyes finding yours now. "Yes, that is your style. What is it?" His words are gentle with an edge of interest.
"A game of tag." The second those words leave your plush lips, his ears perk up. He likes it. "I have to get back before you catch me." You pinch his cheek, smiling. Acting as if this is just an innocent game of tag.
But Tighnari is a smart man. A careful scholar. Worst of all he knows you. "What's the catch?"
"If I win, you'll do as I say." Your cheeky grin sends a shiver down his spine. You're up to no good. He loves it. "And, if you win," You roll your eyes at the slim, foolish possibility that he could beat you. One of the most fittest men you've met. Please, you know better than anyone he could out run you in your sleep. Regardless. "I guess I'll do as you say. To make it fair."
"I see..." He ponders for a bit, averting his eyes. Then he smirks. Its the middle of the night. He doesn't want to cause a stir in the village. However, there would be no harm in a little game. He hasn't had fun inna while... "Very well then." He lets go of you.
His voice has a deeper edge to it. Weirdly, his calm and kind Chief Ranger attitude melts away. His eyes show a carnal desire dancing at the tip of his tongue. "If you want a chase... I'll give you a head start..." His words hit the pit of your stomach. Fanning the flames of this fire. You take small steps back.
He grins. "Run."
You bolt. Down the path and through shrubs. The countdown of his voice fades away as you slide down hillsides and run along the river. Avoiding the wildlife as you go. Chest heaving. The leaves rattle. Raising your guard, you run the other direction. He could be right behind you. Slowing down, you walk. Trying to catch your breath. The branches snap nearby forcing you to ditch that plan.
Blood rushes through you. You never thought this odd fantasy would come true. Yes, you did like your senior, why wouldn't you? The day he started meddling in your research, finding faults and stuff, you were over the moon. Bothering Layla all day! Even Miss Faruzan overheard and got involved, yapping about "The flavours of young love are delicious." And that back in her day, shit like this would've been shamed. Yeah, well, young love except you're crushing on someone almost twice your age. Almost. But that doesn't matter.
Not right now at least.
The grass tickles your legs as you run. The window of the nearest house is lit. You can see Ghandhara Ville. However, the sound of nearing footsteps only arouse you further. The breeze cooling your sweat, the heat that latched onto your skin. Your legs can't take it anymore.
You slow down, for a bit. Walking along the river. You're so close!
But you can hear him from behind. Your body wont move. This hell has you excited. Gathering the last bit of your energy, you make a run for it.
Victory is right there.
But the next thing you feel is the ground embracing you as your feet are caught. They won't move. They can't.
"I caught you." He laughs. You glance down at his net which cover your legs. He hoists you up onto his shoulder and takes you into a nearby cave. You moan at the restraints, trying to worm your way out of them.
This cave is beautiful, with a little forest of its own.
He carefully places you onto the ground and unties you.
"Now that I've won." You interrupt him with a whine. To which he only laughs, cupping your cheeks. To silence you. "As I was saying, I want you to strip."
You blink up at him. "What? We're gonna do it here?" Not ideal, but you don't mind.
"No. So you consent to me chasing your bare body? The minute I catch you, I'll ravish you. My self-restraint is barely holding on. However, if you do notβ" He talks too much. You cut him off with a kiss. Guiding his hands down your body. He gets the message. Helps you undress, and by the time he's recovered from that passionate kiss, the only thing remaining before him are your clothes in a pile.
He pouts, squatting down, fingers lifting each fabric to his nose for an intoxicating whiff. Whispering like a wounded dog. "She didn't leave her undergarments."
A futile game. You both know he can easily track you by your scent. Especially since you're naked. But your body's tired. It needs a rest. Still, you jog. Haze clouds your mind. Your stomach hurts. Knees buckling from the way your cunt's leaking on the forest floor. Covering the flora beneath. Your underwear's soaked. Thoroughly.
Tighnari can easily spot you. He found you in a heartbeat. But what's the fun in that? Taking your prey immediately? He finds pleasure in stalking. How else did he find your research among the many students? Found it so compelling that he simply couldn't resist. He'd stalked you in the city, in Daena's house. He'd rarely be away from Ghandhara Ville in the day. But at night? None know what happens in the dark. He's asked around about you, not just your research or studies. But you. He's wanted this for so long, and now he has you.
In his grasp, in his sight.
Startling you with snapping twigs and rustling leaves. Oh, how he's missed the chase, the game.
Your body's so close to collapsing, resting an arm against a tree, you stand to gather yourself. As one expected, his scent enveloped your senses before he even caged you. Back against the tree, the man before you was heavy breathing, his mouth lingers a bit before your neck. Licking and kissing your lips as his fingers get busy.
Tighnari laughs into the kiss. "Archons, you're dripping through your underwear." Bringing his fingers up, he licks them. Eyes never leaving yours, relishing the way you watch his tongue.
He holds you, gently. Fingers pull your underwear down till your thighs, his nails find comfort there. Soon moving up to play with your folds. He kisses you till your lips are bruised and when he pops away from the kiss, giving you space to complain. He rips a moan out of your throat from shoving his finger in all the way. Your precum covers his knuckles. He slides another one in soon after.
Trying to keep quiet the best you can. Placing a hand over your mouth, but he fucking bit your arm in retaliation. "This area's completely closed off, no one else is permitted to enter here. Please, be loud. I want to hear you." And with that your strangled, teary moans were bouncing off the cave walls, echoing. It felt oddly exposing, but music to Tighnari's ears.
He's fingered a second orgasm out of your cunt. Finally deciding you're ready for him.
He undresses. Positioning himself, caging you beneath him, he gently pushes the tip in watching you unravel. Your nails scratch his shoulders, leaving scars. He leans in to bite your supple breasts. Licking your nipples, sucking them till the buds are painfully hard.
Rolling your hips, you want him hard. fast. now.
However, he holds you down. "Remember the deal? You do as I say." With each word he thrusts into you. Tears welling in your eyes. Wrapping your arms around him for stability as he pounds into you like he wants you filled with his offsprings.
That's impossible. However, he would argue that there would be a slight chance. You disagree. And here he is trying to prove his fucking point.
Through tears you babble. "God, I fucking hate you." Skin on skin, such sloppy sounds echo off the walls. Furthering your nth orgasm. He's broken your mind and back, yet he still hasn't came.
"Want me to stop?" He teases, slightly pulling out. Cruelly laughing at your desperate pleas, he pumps in and out a few more times before cumming on your abdomen.
You groan, barely concious. He's fucked you into the tree. Pretty sure you're one with the earth now, Lorax style.
Cum dripping down onto the forest floor, leaking out of your spent hole. He licks at the bite marks, hands tracing your figure. Your body hurts, no longer hot and bothered, but damn. Tighnari smiles and hums into your skin.
"Someone's happy." Rolling your eyes, you pull him up by the hair. Kissing him.
With the sweetest smile dancing on his pretty face, his eyes less engulfed in desire, even though it still lingers. His words make you faint. "Round two?" He laughs at your reaction. Soon getting concerned because you're not responding. Instead, you're fucking snoring.
He chuckles to himself. Cleaning both of you up with the towels he brought and a change of clothes, for both of you. Yes, he planned this. A draw back is that you'll have to wear his clothes.
By the next morning you wake up in your bed. Your bed which awfully smells like himβWhat are you doing in Tighnari's bed??
The scent of herbal tea fills the room and the flipping of pages.
"Oh? Finally awake, dear rival? Your research is quite compelling." That sly fox chuckles, walking over to your confuses form. "Did you get caught sneaking out last night? I guess no one told you its not advised for non-rangers to be out at night. Hah, I don't even let the rangers patrol at night, especially alone." He smiles.
You groan. He's so annoyingly giddy. Crashing your head onto the pillow, curling up beneath his blanket as last night replays in your head.
Tighnari walks over and places a kiss on your forehead. "We've got much to talk about. Your research and...us. So, freshen up, your mug is over there. This blend helps with body sores." He walks out to tackle the day. Completely unaffected by last night.
Outside the house, Chief Officer Ranger walked past Collei and another ranger with a content smile and normal eyes. His usual self. Collei mutters to herself. "Did something happen?" She calls out to him.
"Master Tighnari! Do you know where she is? I went to wake her up but she wasn't home. What if something happened to herβ" Collei worried for your health. How cute.
"Hm? Oh, don't worry. I found her this morning on an early patrol passed out by the river." He chuckled. "She was looking at a certain mushroom, judging by her notes." And he soon trailed off onto other topics, answering other rangers' questions about the day.
Leaving Collei to realize. "Oh! She still went there even after I told her no? Ohhh, dear." She sighed, joining the discussion about today's patrols.
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Wanderer, who's always lived a life of solitude, is no longer startled by the sudden jiggle of the door handle. If anything, he expected it.
You trudge through, groaning. Arms filled with scrolls, your bag filled with borrowed books slung over your shoulder. Being a scholar is not for the weak.
It's past midterms, but the classes and assignments are only getting harder. They're not even giving you guys a break! Since the start of term, Nahida had you move into this house... You don't know how the dendro archon knew of your situation, but she found you and helped regardless. Saying this would be a great opportunity for him to make friends.
If only you knew who he was. Because you were expecting some bum male who only lived through the academic books and had no other thought or care in the world besides that.
No
Not at all.
You get introduced to the most beautiful man you've ever seen. He's lean, built, but still he looks so gentle and elegantβif not for that sour, bitter personality of hisβhe'd be perfection. Well, he still is.
You throw your stuff down onto the couch parallel to his. Vahumana books askew on the table as he reads through parchments, acknowledging your presence with a hum.
You wouldn't even get this much attention a week ago. Going off to your room to change, you miss the way he glances up, disappointed. He pouts, grumbling to himself. He purposely left a space for you beside himβwhy? Why won't you just sit next to him?
wait
no
Why does he care?
,Well, it could be that when you first moved in, he was standoffish, but so were you. Minding your own business, focused on your studies and mental spiralings.
At first, it was normal. Simple greeting when you guys were in a shared space. Having meals at separate times. He'd hunt you down to remind you to do your chores and vice versa.
All very normal. Until he noticed that you were making him a coffee in the morning. Leaving him a portion of your homemade lunch. Brewing him a mug of tea alongside your own.
Two months in, you would engage in conversation with him. Ask for his opinion on trivial things. Spend more of your time with him. He didn't get it. However, he also paid no mind to it.
Or to tried at least.
By the fifth month he's gotten comfortable with your attitude. Entertaining your banter. Bickering back and forth. The two of you would go grocery shopping together these days. Cook meals together and even study together!
You know, everything's sunshine and rainbows until the storm hits.
During the sixth month. Weeks before the midterm tests.
He'd heard you sobbing. At first, he found it funny. "This mortal can't even handle an exam? Weak," he muttered to himself, distaste lingered on his tongue. He approached your room to tell you to keep it the fuck down.
He was also having midterms, and he's keeping it together, so should you.
But his fist hung in the air. Your cries were far too guttural for that. It sounded like a wounded animal weeping and gasping for air. Not the usual whine and cry with elephant tears dressing an overwhelmed someone's face. It felt deeply wounded and personal.
Wanderer wanted to help. He did. But he didn't know how to. By the next morning you looked fine and dandy as ever, making one too many self-depricating jokes that only confirm his suspicion that something's not right.
It had been weeks since he heard you cry. It still haunts him. A part of him feels distaste, another feels guilt and longing. He wants to help, and you know that. He's looked at you with a concerned crease in his brows.
This is awkward...
Wanderer doesn't understand what he's feeling. But this joy reignites when you come out of your room, change into comfortable home clothing, wear his t-shirt, and B-line it towards the space beside him.
Plopping down, your eyes scan through his books on the table. Glancing over at your own bag, you know you should get up. Reach over and continue reading through that book you started in the House of Daena.
But your body sinks deeper into the sofa. His scent engulfs you with this tingly warmth. Wanderer looks like someone who gives good hugs. You even joked about it to him once, and he only laughed it off.
He glanced over his parchment to see your eyes droop. You yawn. He sighs.
"Hey, you're clearly tired. No need to push yourself." He soothes. His fingers trail down your arm, leaving butterflies in their wake.
You turn to face him. Aware of the blush that decorates your cheeks, they're burning. But you're too tired to move away or hide. Instead, you lean into his touch.
Wanderer grabs your arm and pulls you in. He sits you on his lap, head in the crook of his neck, as your hands wrap around him like second nature.
"There." He wraps one hand around your lower back, caressing and patting you. His other hand is occupied by that parchment.
He may not be able to comfort you with words, but perhaps all was said through this embrace.
Tagging along with your roommate, now best friend (and fuck buddy), to go to Mondstadt for a short vacation. He talked about some sort of deal, meeting his "friends"; he spoke rather reluctantly, spitting that word out as if it offended him.
Now, the problem is, upon arriving at the gates of Mondstadt, you were not expecting to see your ex's face, Albedoβbut, is he really an ex if you two never broke up?
You'd gotten with him on a whim when you had spent time in Mondstadt long before settling in Sumeru for your studies. It was soon after that that Nahida had helped you move into a house nearby, where you had the unfortunate chance to meet that twat, Hat Guy.
Now, you stand on the bridge before Mondstadt City as Albedo's shocked expression scans you both up and down. But it only lasted the briefest moment, before he glanced back at a rather nervous and jittery guy with purple hair and dragon wings??
After you politely introduce yourself to the young male, Durin. Albedo takes the five of you up to Dragonspineβyes, five, Klee decided to join. And by decided, I mean Jean told her to go to give her some peace of mind.
On the way up, it seemed like you were the only one freezing their tits off. Besides the two pyro users running around, one causing chaos while the other trailed after her, worried. You had a puppet on your left and a homunculus on your right.
Fucking great.
The best part is they don't produce ANY body heat. Encouraged by Albedo, you run after Durin for warmth and good conversation. He really is a sweet guy. You being with them was the perfect opportunity for Wanderer and Albedo to discuss this rather odd dynamic. Leaving you out of the conversation.
By the time you guys reach his lab. Albedo has you sit down near a fire, and he runs off to fix everyone a warm drink. Wanderer lightly scolds you for being underdressed, only to scoff and ruffle your hair when you pout in retaliation.
After Mr. Genius returns, the five of you bond over memories. Not long after, Wanderer tells Durin to take Klee home. Giving them ample time to carry out their experiment.
You bid the two farewell with hugs, going back to the fire to be wrapped in blankets, when Albedo stops you. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to the table.
A strangely warm coloured vial.
"What's this?" You ask, glancing at him. Cheeks warming up under his gaze.
"I'd like to know the answer, too." He chuckles, stepping back. He looks over at Wanderer, who's clearing the other table to place his own books onto it.
"What? Judging by the ingredients, there's no use making me drink." Wanderer rolls his eyes, coming closer, standing on your other side.
"I know." Albedo smiles, plucking the bottle by its neck and swirling it around before your eyes.
You groan. "So, you want me to drink it?"
He chuckles, "You catch on so fast." Bring the pinkish orange vial to your lips.
You shrug. Fuck it, what's the worst that can happen? Projectile shitting in front of your two uhh situstionships? It'd be waaaay worse in front of the kids.
"Carefully, drink sips at a timeβ" Albedo's voice drops in bewilderment.
Wanderer glances up from his book. "Don't tell me she downed it in one go."
To which you grin, glancing back at them. "I did."
For the first ten minutes, you could not sit still. Constantly moving around, looking through Albedo's books, pestering Wanderer, and bothering the Alchemist again as he takes notes of your symptoms.
You rave on about how this is an amazing invention and that this warms you up very wellβa little too well. Now, your body feels heavy, knees buckling as this aching feeling gnaws at your core, making you squeeze your thighs together.
You sit beside Wanderer, the cold chair pressing against your hot skin makes you hiss. Squirming in your seat, you try to shake this feeling off, but you're sweating. It's fucking blizzarding outside, there's snow falling, piling! On the ground, and you're so horny it's putting your system into overdrive.
The men share a glance. You notice, of course, you do. They are right in front of you. Looked at each other, then at you. And that's when you knew it.
You are so fucked.
If only you had Wanderer's mean mouth degrading you as he pounds from behind, or Albedo's soft lips on your chest as he licks circles on your areola, ungloved, pale fingers pumping in and out of your cunt.
He yells. "Oi. Come." Wanderer pats his thigh. An invitation. Working on carnal desire, who were you to disobey, but you still stayed in your seat. Glancing over at Albedo, who was writing in his clipboard. Guilt washed over you as Hat Guy continued to chuckle, cooing like a bully. "Aww, aren't you a sweet girl? Hmm? What? feeling guilty?" He reaches over to grip you by the chin. Eyes swallowing yours whole. "You slut." He spat the latter out like poison.
Your body's trembling. A normal person might think it's from the fucking freezing temperatures, or maybe because you're scared?
Albedo takes this moment to unglove his right hand, snaking it down to your inner thigh. Rubbing and squeezing the flesh, maming you jolt from the surprise touch.
"Apologies for the sudden touch, but it seems yourβ¦core is all worked up. You're squirming about too much while rubbing your thighs together." He states, monotone voice laced with care. His voice is velvet soft, a gentle spring breeze caressing your cheek on a warm day.
In contrast to his melodious voice comes the sharp comment of the other man. A sarcastic coo, teasing, mocking. "Aww, getting riled up already?" He's being meaner than usual. Now, Wanderer has left his crueler self to the dust of Irminsul, yet once in a while, he catches himself having such banter with you that it makes him believe a part of you, some weirdly masochistic part, enjoys his cruelty. He pulls his chair aside and motions for you to stand up. You only tilt your head, not wanting to expose yourself to what's happening between your legs.
Wanderer walks across the table to the opposite side of Albedo, whose head is still deep within the thighs of his books. Soon, he closes it and turns his attention to you with a strange smirk.
"I have thought of a remedy for your predicament. Come, now." He pats the table. Your heart's racing out of your chest, as now you have two pairs of eyes observing your body. The worst part is that nothing gets past these two.
Albedo mentally notes your thighs pressing together, again, as your body slightly joltsβ¦perhaps he should have told you that this was an aphrodisiac when overconsumed. A special concoction reserved for you, after he realised its effects.
Wanderer smiles at how your eyes shift between the two men. That guilty face of yours loosens the restraints on his urges.
After a moment of thinking, you get up and sit at the table. Spreading your legs yourself, before Albedo. Leaning back till you feel Wanderer's chest cushion you.
The two men gasp, Wanderer chuckles, playing with your hair.
"Why the sudden change in attitude?" Albedo asks, leaning down to be eye level with your soaking underwear.
"Well, whatever you had given me was probably an aphrodisiac? I'm ashamed to say, but I am rather aroused, and this is quite the predicament I am stuck in, so we ought to clear ourselves before Klee and Durin get back."
The man behind you pokes fun at your phrasing. "Clear ourselves?" He grabs your chin and tilts your head towards him.
Your blush only intensifies when you make direct eye contact with him. "Well, uhm, you know? To alleviate oneself of thisβAh!" You moan into his hand. Looking down to see an ungloved Albedo. His nails are digging into your thighs as he licks your folds.
They both halt at your reaction; you seemed pained. "What did you stop for?" You whine, urging Albedo to continue, which he gladly does with a laugh.
Wanderer, on the other hand, decides it is his turn to have some fun too. His cold hands slither under your shirt, feeling the plush of your tummy, soon cupping the swell of your breasts. But before you could utter another word, his lips encase yours in a kiss. He massages your right breast with one hand, while the other bullies your left nipple. Pinching it till it's hard, rubbing it between his fingers.
Swallowing your moans as Albedo's covered in your juices. White slick drips down his chin as he probes his tongue deeper. Relishing the way your body jolts after a certain point. Your hand is pulling at his hair, tugging him closer. He takes it as a sign that you like it, and continues to abuse that spot until you cum on his tongue. You've never seen him this messy.
After he helps you down from your high, Albedo glances up at you. Assessing your sweet face, still unsatisfied. He moves past you to Wanderer, who's itching for some action. The two share a glance, and they switch places before you know it.
Now Albedo's the one behind you, kissing your nape, biting at the flesh while both his hands work on your breasts. Wanderer shoves a finger in without warning, gathering all your slick. He brings them to his lips for a taste, then hums in delight. The heat between your thighs and the frost nipping at your skin contrast each other in the way that you are the only one producing body heat, while the other two are as cold as dragonspine.
He shoves a finger into your folds, curling it till you moan, pumping it in and out. His other hand holds yours in an act of comfort and perhaps an apology. His finger is soon covered in your orgasm. "Came so soon~" He chuckles, his pace unrelenting as he introduces a second finger.
While Albedo has his fun, slightly turning your body, so he can suck on your breast. Biting the flesh, lolling the bud between his lips, using his teeth to pinch it, eliciting a moan from you as you wince.
Their combined assault is all too much. Worst of all is their stamina outpaces yours by lightyears, feeding into a darker fantasy. Albedo releases with a pop, spit glistening on his lips as he moves to entertain your other breast. Placing his fingers on your lip, you moan as he inserts two into you, allowing you to suck on them.
You've come a third time now on Wanderer's fingers. Unable to concentrate on anything, you feel your head spin as Albedo cradles your torso while the two men discuss. You let out a broken whine, thinking they're going to end it here.
But before you know it, you're getting manhandled off the table. Feet touching the ground as Albedo reaches for a soft cloth to place on the cold surface. Wanderer then bends you onto it. His hard-on is pressing against your ass while Albedo, before you, only smirks at you fucked out face. Hands brushing away stray strands of hair, he cups your cheeks and places a sweet kiss on your lips.
"We'll make sure you will be back to normal before the kids arrive." He smiles, unzipping his pants. Wanderer laughs at the sight of you clenching on nothing. He grinds into you, but before you can register what's happening behind, you feel something prodding at your lips.
The bonfire crackles near you as you sit and watch. He had vehemently told you yesterday, at his office, not to venture into Dragonspine alone.
But you still did, of course you did. You missed your bestfriend. If you could call him that. There was never a label put on this relationship. He just existed, doing alchemy with Sucrose and Timeaus. You would often sit around their discussions and listen, not fully grasping the subject. Then Sucrose would sit down and explain it to you, proving her extensive understanding on the subject evident.
You watch him scribble on his board and decided this is the best time to ask. "Why do you have me around your alchemy discussions?"
He glances up. "You help Sucrose understand the material a lot better than I can. Also, because she needs a friend." The ever logcial Albedo. So caring of others, it bothered you.
Were you any special to him? He's always so caring. You've seen him drape a blanket over tired Sucrose's shoulders as she was asleep at her desk. Watched him prepare coffee for the three of them. He would often draw with Klee, teach her art. And with the new addition of Durin he cares for him like he would the others, like family.
But he doesn't give you that treatment.
He just stares at you. Never asks you to leave or stay, never starts conversation. He's ways busy with work. He'll gladly answer your questions, but they're all in this scientific, matter of fact tone. He's got his head in a book, not between your legs. Fingers wrapped around some other vialβand not your throatβswirling around the dark liquid. They makw his eyes glint with curiosity.
Why don't you have that same effect on him?
So, you do what you can. Bask in his presence, as long as he doesn't kick you out. But sooner or later your eye lids feel heavy and the fire feels so warm against this ever frost mountain. You doze off.
Albedo glances over, amused at the fact that you're sleeping. He did promuse to take you back home, but this finding occupied his mind...that's a lie.
He'd be lying if he said that. He's been observing you ever since he's met you. You freak him out.
Albedo is aware of your attraction towards him. He's been told long before you yourself realised you liked him. Curtosy Sucrose, Lisa and Kaeya. They're all on good terms with you, listen to your endless rambles and off-handedly drop nuggets of information to him.
A homunculous doesn't feel romantic. He shouldn't get these feelings was his first hypothesis. Yes, you have now sparked a new question, which became research for him.
Ask anyone else and they'll tell you just how differently he treats you. He walks iver to your sleeping form and drapes his coat over your shoulders, smiling.
It reminds him of when he was with Keaya in the office. The Captain without cavalry kept pushing Albedo to confess. "I've noticed, dear Chief Alchemist, that your voice softens around her. Why is that?"
"I don't understand your question." Albedo deadpans, continuing his report.
"Oh, c'mon~ like how your tone softens when you speak with Klee or Durin, but with her it sounds kinder? A little more affectionate." Keaya continues, walking in circles before the blond who's puzzled.
"I do? Strange..."
But before Albedo could ask for more information Keaya wished him good luck and skedaddled out of the headquarters.
A few weeks later, when he was with Klee at Windrise he subconciously began drawing. Sketching whatever came to mind as he and her sat side by side. She with her coloured crayons and he with his charcoal sticks.
"She's pretty!" Klee's enthusiastic comment snapped him out of his daydreams. Before long, he got his concious back together and realised it is you he had drawn. With scary percision. When did his hands have a mind of their own?
This worried Albedo. And it showed. Weeks after that he looked shit. He usually never got eyebags, excpet now? It seemed like something was keeping him up.
The prince wasn't getting his beauty sleep.
Sucrose and Timeaus asked about it, but Albedo never really gave them an answer. He didn't need to. Frankly everyone around you two figured it out. It doesn't take a genuis to notice how he seems alive everytime you're near him. Its as if he can't let go of you, not that you intend to leave either.
The two of you have oddly been coexisting. No one had the heart to say it out loud. It was adorable, strangely enough. Seeing Albedo fall in love. Something probably unfamilliar to him.
And as someone who hates mysteries, he's going to do his best and figure it out. Which is why he sits beside your sleeping form filling out another sketchbook.
The subject?
You.
It has been you for the past 6 sketchbooks which all have 100 pages. Capturing your expressions, poses, idle everyday life movements, in all forms, everything about you. He's drawn you without your knowledge many times...
Albedo doesn't understand this feeling and he will research into this. Into you. He doesn't love you. He can't. He wasn't made for that, was he? You're driving him mad and the worst part?
Chipper birds sing brightly outside to the getle carvings of pencils on papers. The classroom was quiet.
Mr. Yaga gone to do paperwork and other things for this half hour long break. Geto and Shoko dipped for a smoke break, leaving the two of you in this awkwardly comfortable silence.
The room felt large, having two of the three troublemakes gone leaving the last one quiet and focused on some homework. Even he sat at a distance, not too far since Shoko's desk was between you two. Not that it mattered.
He would never love you back.
His glasses rest on the table, books splayed open soaking in sunlight, born with scribbles of physics. He had bragged to Geto that he's takin higher level physics, because he is the strongest afterall.
The silence feels still. Too boring. You call out to him. "Hey." Disrupting this tranquil silence.
The breeze brushes past leaves, caressing the clapping leaves as they all pass for fruitful lives.
No response.
'How rude' you think before trying again. Got nothing to loose and too much time on your hands. You whisper his name with a sing-song ring to the end. "Satoruu~"
He grunts a response.
You sigh, melring into your chair, eyes wandering out the window frames. Truthfully, your friendship has been a strained one. From the start. He used to be really sweet, really.
Used to talk your ear off about his digimon collection, even showing you his collections and showcases! Something he only does to people he trusts and considers them as close friends.
Used to be near you, constantly. In some way, he always bothered you. You could've been showering and hed burst in whining about how he's "Dying from boredom, and you are the only one who can save him!"
Used to follow you around. From classess to your room. From finishing up missions together, he'd follow you to stores and use his six-eyes to predict your next move in rock-paper-scissor. To pay for you, of course. Fair and square.
Sulking onto the table, frown deepening into your once gleeful face. Its strange. He is. Since last week. When he had followed you after an easy day mission to one of your hangouts with a friend. A middle school male classmate of yours who you were catching up with.
Infact, it was a hangout arranged with others, many other girls, but he had arrived first. Possessed by an unknown force, Gojo felt this urge to get between you two. So, he did. Very calmly, he totslly didnt freak out on the dude, drape his arm around your shoulders and glance the other boy up and down from above his dark rimmed glasses.
You introduced him as a friend, current classmate and after a but of small talk the others had arrived and Gojo had bid his farewells.
Your girl friends were fawning over him for a few days afterwards, but that was it.
The doors slammed open, snapping you out of your daydream. The smokers have returned with snacks!
His silky voice purrs his name. "C'mon now Satoru," Geto's voice whispering as he sat down. "Tell her before I do, for you."
Gojo gasps in betrayl, snatching a sweet out the plastic bag. "Hmm, dunno."
"When are ya gonna stop acting like a petulant child?" Shoko bonked his head with his favourite juice bottle, placing onto his table. Soon she sat down, facing you and handing the entire plastic bag of goodies to you.
"Is he still ignoring you?" The queen of subtlety loudly asked. Getting nudged in the back by Gojo.
"Yeah, I think he hates me." You shrug, feeling no shame. So what if he hears? What's he gonna do? Talk to you? He'd rather get cut in half vertically then speak to you, at the moment.
Gojo's eyes go wide in shock, while Geto spares him a knowing look.
Shoko continues. "Right, so how was that reunion thing this weekend?"
"Its was boring. Didn't stay long."
Shoko looked schoked, as if someone had told her another version of the events. Geto had leaned back in his chair, making eye contact with you, to ask "thought you met up with your boyfriend?"
Choking on air, you gasped. Shoko began to chuchkle, opening a bag of crisps. "As if she'd have one that's notβ" You stuffed a snack in her mouth. She grinned. She had set you up.
"And who told you that?" You asked Geto, laughing with both of them. While you took a potato chip and ate it.
You both glance at Gojo, who's blushing a shade of guilty red.
Yaga walked into the classroom to continue in with some mathematics. Sneaking in bites, the rest of the day followed as usual.
Yet what you couldn't see were the lovelorn looks Gojo gave you mid class. Sneaking glances at you, shamelessly. At some point during the lesson he had gotten caught by Yaga who only scolded him to pay attention to the class. All that matyered is that you saw and giggled.
He thought to himself. 'Maybe I overreacted.'
The sun has fully set. You were studying in your room. In the afternoon, Gojo had burst into his bestie's room. Flailing on Geto's bed like some fish out of water. While the bed's owner was sitting on the floor, brushing his hair.
"What do I doooooooo"
"Like I told you before, get her apology flowers and say you're sorrβ"
He whines at an earpiercing volume. "BUT THATS TOO ROMAANTIC!" Throwing a pillow at Suguru.
Who only sighed in response. Standing up and smothering Satoru with the pillow.
It was well past dinner time. The weather forecast wasn't lying when it said there'd be a downpour this evening. Resting at your desk, you heard a knock at the door. "Yes?" Then banging. "OKAY I'M COMING!!" Sighing, ready to knock someone out.
"GOJO IF YOU DON'T STOP BANGING-oh, Hi Shoko!!" It hurt a little to not see that towering goofball at your door, but Shoko seemed like she really needed your help.
"Hello beautiful," Shoko shimmied her way into your room.
"What do you want."
"Suguru wasnt picking up my calls, can't find either of them actually, and I need someone to go smoke with."
"No. Now, tell me why you're actually here."
"Oh, c'mon" Ruffling your hair. "Figured me out so soon, aren't you a smart girl." she chuckled. Plopping down onto your chair, she twirled a lollypop between her lips. "D'you still hate Satoru?"
"What?"
Her monotone voice replied. "Answer with yes or no, honey." She looked around your desk, memorising the answers you had written.
"Well, I mean I don't hate him, its jus..." You pause for a moment. Finding the words to say it. "I feel like he might've been jealous of that random old classmate of mine and now he's mad at me." Shoko only nods along for you to keep going. "It, I reslly like him and, and I just, fuck, I don't even know anymore."
Unimpressed she highlights "You still like him?"
"Yeah," You flop onto your bed. "I do, I really like him it's unfair. He's apart of some leading clan, strongest ever or whatever and is smart as hell. Why'd heβ"
"Oh, you poor fool." She spoke, standing up and laying down beside you, poking st your cheek. "Think logically, smart girl, would an idiot like him think before acting? Yes, he seems like the smsrt type. Yet, he's acting so irrationally these days, y'know what that means?"
"Girl, why are you feeding my delusions." You gently shove her, whining. Making her laugh.
"But, you know what that means right?" You look back at her, ponder, then shake your head no.
She opened her mouth to speak, yet right st that moment her phone began to ring. Groaning, she got up and went to pick it up. "Oh my god, can't they leave me alone for a second?" She gpanced back at you. "I'll go take this call, dear." Hugging you good night before closing the door to your room. "Tell me how it goes~"
How what goes??
Rolling around on your bed, you reach for your phone when all of a fucking sudden there's a knock at the door.
You reluctantly get up, dragging your feet. "SHOKO I AM NOT GOING TO SMOKE WITH YOUβoh, shit." Before you stood the loser boy you fell in love with. His shoulders and hair damp, sniffling. Your eyes had met for a brief moment. Slightly bowing his head he extended, with both hands, a modest bouque.
He began his word vomit. "Uh, uhm I am sorry for...for being so distant this week I, I know it was a misunderstandingβwell I know now, hahβI mean I might have overreacted, no I definitely did and I didn't mean to it just, ah." He paused to breathe, stumbling over his words.
"Wait, Satoru-"
"I let my jealosy take over and, and I was afraid you'd already foudn me boring and I felt unsure if you even wanted tk be my friend and I just, I like you and I was afraid you had a boyfriend, like-"
"Toru-"
"-someone you actually lived who wasn't me and it really scared me how much I liked you to the point I felt like distancing myself would lessen the pain but it only hurts more in my chest and I just wanted to apologise."
He was bowing 10Β° deeper each paragraph of a confession. "GOJO SATORU!" You shook his shoulders very aggressively.
Startling Satoru, he glanced up at you and that's when you got a good look at him. His eyes were glossy behind those glasses, face flushed, even the tips of his ears were redening.
"My government name? Did I mess up?"
"No, Iβuhm how do I say this?βwhere you even paying attention to what you were spouting?" You could feel your cheeks fevereshly heat up.
"Yeah? I was apologising to you for beign distant because of that guy. He made me feel weirdly jealous andβto be transpersnt like Suguru told meβI told you how I truly feel."
"You told me how you truly feel."
"Yeah, why?" He tilted his head.
Grabbing him by the arms, you pull him into your room, closing the door.
"In other words..." You try leading him on to realise, yet the blush on your face makes him come to his senses quicker.
He glances down, recounting everything he had said. You could tell when he had realised, because his face dropped as he made eye contact with you.
His voice, panting, breathless. "I confessed." He couldn't hear you over his own anxious heartbeat.
"and I accept." You blush, not expecting to confess.
"Please don't think I'm weird I, I didn't mean it like...likeβWHAT!"
You sigh, hugging him. "For a smartass you sure are slow." Laughing, as he hides his red face behind those large hands of his.
He mumbles out "Wait, no no nononono"
Your heat halted for a moment. "What do you mean no?"
"No, its, just I-uhm" His face was an unrecogniseable shade of red. Eyes darting everywhere but meeting yours. "I wanted to confess properly." He wraps your hands around his apology bouque, still avoiding eye contact. "So, uhm, are you free tomorrow, y'know after school and, and ah." One look at the love of his teenage dreams, you, has him reeling. Loosing his composure, reducing him to a blabbering mess once more.
While the two lovebirds discussed their morrow's confessions, two smokers stood out in the hallways enjoying the petrichor kiss their faces.
Shoko's monotone contrasts the smirk that plays her lips. "I win."
Geto rolls his eyes, handing her another cigarette.
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After a particularily easy mission in a residential district, the four of you decided to hangout at one of the local parks. Making a rucuss in these quiet, cute family home streets. Cloudless skies, winter's hold on the weather loosening.
"Shoko for the fifth time we are NOT BUYING BEER!" You yell at her, pulling her away from an off-lisence. "YOU'RE 16?? YOU LEGALLY CAN'T DRINK!!"
Shoko laughed, walking beside you. "Its alriightt~ heineken comes to mee~"
"What" In disbelief you look to the boys beside you.
"Wow, she already sounds drunk." Suguru pokes, chuckling. The lot of you were a lively bunch.
"You go girl! Sniff out the love of you life" Gojo laughed, making a run for the park in sight. "THE SWINGS ARE MINE!"
You chase after him. "YOU DON'T NEED BOTH OF THEM FATASS!" Jumping him from behind, you both tumble onto the ground. Pulling at your arm, he wouldn't let you get up. Not like you allowed it either.
"I'M NOT A FATASS!"
"YOU WERE LITERALLY FLOATING YESTERDAY SAYING SOME SHIT LIKE" You imitate his annoying voice and face with 100% accuracy. "Throughout McDonald's and BurgerKing, I alone am the hungry one." You get back to sitting on top of him and continue bickering. "THEN YOU INHALED FIVE, SATORU FIVE FUCKING BURGERS!"
He began to whine, at an earpiercing voice. "Whys that a probleeem? I WON FAIR AND SQUAREE!"
"Fatass."
"Asshat."
"Oi! You two! Quit cleaning the pavement!"
You both glance at Shoko who sits victorious upon the left swing.
"Yeah, stop squabbling. Idiots. Also, tickle Sstoru's right side!" Geto, sat on the right swing, yelled out to you.
Doing as instructed, you attack Satorh with a final move. As he yells in defeat "NO PLEASE NO AAAAHHHHH!" Shokowas laughing wildly, while Suguru yelled "K.O."
Satoru final loosened his grip on you, allowing you to get up. Yet, for somereason you coudln't walk away. Maybe there was a guilt eating you from inside? Or maybeβjust maybeβit was that dead albino roach leaching onto your ankle!
"TORU GET OFF ME!" You shake your legs, yet the roach is ever relentless. Whining, he sits up reaching a hand out.
"Oh, great the seniour citizen needs a hand standing up?" You tease, but he doesn't reply. Only flashing those huge ass bright blue orbs at you. Puppy dog eyes, his master move and unfortunately, your weakness.
You extend your hand. Big mistake.
She yelled a bit too late, in her monotone voice she calls out with affection. "It's a trap!"
By that time, you were already on his lap.
Gojo boasts triumphantly "Hah, I won!" You squeeze his cheeks.
Geto chimes in "Technically, you both lost, because we have taken your swings." Making you both groan.
"And I'm getting a Heineken~!"
You and Geto reasonably groan "No," while Gojo giggles "You go girl!"
After returning from a tiring day, you push open the oak doors to home. Technically, his home, but he says its only become a home since after you moved in.
You work a simple job, compared to him. Just an everyday person who should terrified of the 11th Harbinger. The Fatui spread their reign across the nation of love, their own homeland.
It's rare they're ever home. Even when he is, you would encourage him to visit his family, not you.
Which is why you sit alobe before the fire place of this house of yours. He had recebtly finisbed the paperwork to put the house as your property, not his. You take this as a form of his love. Giving you a lavish place to stay. Without him. He's still in Liyue on a mission. Lasting an indeffinite time.
The warmth of the fireplace reminds you of him, his scent still lingers within the house. His stuff is still here in every room. Forcing you to never forget him.
You begin to doze off, embracing the throw blanket which warms the sofa. His scent is faint on this.
The keyhole clinks and the handle rattles open. He quietly walks in, already put off by the silence and most lights being turned off. It is too early in the evening for you to be asleep. He assumes you must be out and about, with a friend most probably. "If it's a guy I'll kill himβ" Tartaglia's thoughts are soon silenced by your sleeping figure before the smoldering fireplace.
This overwhelming warmth fills his stomach. His body feels disarmed, weak. How he feels after using foul legacy for days. But he hasn't? So why? Why do you still have such a hold over him? You're not even awake!
Guilt washes over him. It saddens him, really. There you lay on the sofa, as if you were waiting for him, instead of your bed. While he has tried to avoid you. He's not cheating, you guys aren't even in a relationship! It is complicated...
He walks over and takes his grey jacket off, draping it over your body. Leaving his red scarf in your hands as he runs to take a quick shower. He feels like a dick for running away, why? Because he doesn't feel good enough for you? But you still love him? Even after all this?
Do you even love him?
Your dreams are interrupted by the sound of running water, soon being shut off. Started, you shoot up from the sofa, only to feel your body be weighed down by something. Glancing down to see...his jacket? and scarf? What is he doing hereβ"AJAX!" You yell out into the house.
Hurried footsteps approach you. There he stands in the middle of your hallway, water still dripping of his bare abdomenβhis chiseled absβwith a towel wraped around his waist. Hair still sticking to his forhead. He just got out the shower.
You don't know why a tear slips from the corner of your eye. He runs closer, worried. "Princess, what's wrong? You worried me!" He laughs, wiping your tear with his thumb. Leaving a kiss in its wake.
You meekly mumble. "Missed you." Which takes over Tartaglia's entire heart. He cups your face wirh both hands to peck your face with many kisses like a chicken.
Clothes drop to the ground. You both look down in shock, confused.
His towel fell down.
You watch him burn into a shade of red you've rarely seen. Throwing yourself onto the otherside of the sofa, bursting out in laughter as he blushes.
Summary: After coming back from the bar, drunkenly in love with longing for your touch. Losing that uptight tie and stoic attitude, he could finally have you all to himself.
Pairings: Drunk Nanami Kento x Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Genre: Fluffy, SMUT, intoxicated Nanami, your university crush Nanami aged like fine wine, marking, sex, anal sex, man-handling, pussy drunk Nanami, mutual pining, a yearnful man, pathetically desperate man, bitchy Gojo, slight Haibara x Shoko, annoyed Geto
He stood stunned, staring at the closed lift doors, mechanical whirring taking Geto back down to the other two.
Now, he wondered.
Nanami's not dumb; he knew you had a crush on him in university. He believes it's because of the glow-up he had.
According to your kind words, 'Going from blond emo twink to a smokin' hottie.'
He remembers all those fond times, when accidentally grazed fingers, held eye contact for a little too long, hugged each other so tightly that it would be on the borderline of being friends.
Slowly walking back to his hotel room, deep in thought, pacing this long lavish hall on his own he began to think.
Remembering all those times he asked his girl friends what a lady would like, how much skinship is apropriet for flirting. He'd even bought books and watched videos to understand and craft himself into someone who could please you better.
Hell, he even went down this reddit rabbit-hole not long ago.
Nanami shudders at the reoccuring thought of sitting infront of his monitor, disregarding work and loosing his mind over many people's experiences of terrible, pure criminal men.
That's when he vowed to NEVER be so low. To become the ideal that women-you specifically, and only you-want.
Reaching to his shared room door, he hesitates with the handle. Hand hovering above it.
You, on the other hand had been going through his camera roll and have been taking pictures of some absolutely gold pictures of him. Must've been his guilty pleasure, taking pics of his own abs, messy hair dangling before his eyes, frames hanging dangerously low on his nose as the morning sun light frames his face perfectly, illuminating his blond hair.
Wanting to touch him, caress his chiseled chin, drag your fingers down between his muscular chest, leaving trails of kisses on his neck as your fingers descend down, down, down till the hem of his pants.
Watch him unravel by your fingers.
Heavy breathing as he pounds up into you. One veiny hand gripping your thighs while the other's on your neck.
Giggling and kicking your feet as you roll around on his side of the bed. Just then, a knock on the door woke you up from your daydreams.
Sitting up, you place his camera in it's respectful place, taking a quick selfie, before walking over to open the door.
And truly, you didn't know what to expect. Shoko? With a cigarette and a bottle for the two of you, like y'all planned? Or Haibara with another round?
Nothing could have prepared you for that lethal man who stood before you.
Hair ruffled up, his typical slick back was softer now, a few strands hung before his thinned olive eyes that shamelessly hid an unrelenting want within.
Took everything in him not to fuck it up st the door. Every fibre of his being was itching, begging to touch you.
Be with you.
Be on you,
or evenΒ inΒ you...
Unsure if he's even there, you adress him rather unsurely. "Nanami..?" His eyes locked onto yours, hesitantly reaching towards you.
He just wanted to hug you.
Wants your embrace so bad.
So bad, he's never been this pathetic.
"Hm?" You tilt your head, stepping a bit backwards to let him in. Yet you feel two strong, steady arms pull you close. Face planting right inbetween his tiddies. Breathing in his scent, then tasting the faintest smidge of alcohol. Giggling to yourself, you glance up at his rather relaxed, youthful face. Reaching up to fix his glasses, while his hands rest comfortably on your waist. "Nanam-"
"Kento." He whispered, halting your movements.
"Huh? Want me to call you Kento?"
He nods. "You call me by my last name so much," a hand snakes up and softly caresses your cheek.Β "makes me think you'd wan' it behind your own."
Feeling the heat creep up on your cheeks, you look away from him, perhaps to save yourself the embarassment. Feeling his longful gaze on you, your eyes return to his.
Clearing your throat, you reutter your scentence, finding your words with difficutly.
"Anyways, come in." You pull away, hand in hand, leading him into the room. After walking past the little red couch that comfortably fits two people having tea together in bathrobes before breakfast.
He abruptly sat down, pulling you into his lap. Face to face, he just holds you closer to his chest. Breathing battered, heavy, right in your ear. You begin to giggle at his unusually unraveled behaviour. "Had too much alchohol?"
He shook his head a little, mumbling a weak "No." Shifting in his lap you feel something buldging under you, right against your pussy.
Your breath hitched, feeling his cock hard and excited for you, sighing before thinking of doing something diabolical.
Moving your hips in circles, back and forth, riding his soft moans and futile attempts of stopping you. His huge, veiny hands grippingg g6 your sides, at first to stop you, then slowly to guide your movements and pace.
The next squence of actions have you in a blurred chokehold. Grinding your clothed pussy on his hard-on, Kento's hands travelled up and down your body, caressing every curve, squishing your tummy, agonizingly slowly hands ascend till your breasts.
A symphony of moans filled the room, as chill air cascades in through the open windows. Lifting his head for you to see his hungered eyes. Promptly, an arm goes under your butt, while the other supports your back as he picks you up and gently walks over to the bed, laying you down.
He pets your thigh to signal your eyes onto him. Watching his eyes trail down to your core, then flash back up at you. Then it clicks!
He's asking for permission.
You nod.
To which he lets out a laugh that's more of a sigh. "No, darling," Tone of a venomous velvet snake that'll intoxicate you with it's love. Then it shifts to the sexiest baritone voice.
"Say it."
"Y-Yes...please"
Your little, pathetic, plea was all it took for him to pull your trousers down in one swift motion and go on his knees. He pulled you closer to the edge, your knees over his shoulders as Nanami nudges his nose against your soaking core, eliciting the softest moans from your precious, parted lips.
Hiding your face with those adorable little hands were futile. Nanami smiled against your cunt, licking a mean stripe across, prodding his tongye into where it doesn't belong. Just to tease you.
"Nanami-Ah!" His large, firm hands spread your thighs apart and the next you felt was a sharp sting on your poor pussy.
"Forgot so soon,Β princess?" His loving voice, dripping with malice teased. He gazed up to make eye contact with you. His deeply pleasant voice mixing with your humilitating moans. "What's my name again, darling?" Drawling out that last word, as if to purposefully fuck your mind.
Still recovering from his hit, you whimper a pathetic "Ke-Kento."
Returning to his favourite spot, between your legs, he mumbled a "Yes?" against your lips, licking and sucking at the nub through your underwear.
"Ken-mmph!-Kento! Please, please take it off."
Nuzzling his nose further in, you felt his voice vibrate against your lower lips. "Take what off,Β dear?"
"My," Stealing a sharp breath of air at his scandelous behaviour down there, you sit up a bit, running a hand through his hair then meanly tugging at the roots, forcing his greedy face to look you in the eyes. Having Nanami look so pathetic and puddled because of you was a dream come true. This man is a whole ass dream come true. In a breathy voice you murmur. "my underwear and your shirt."
He smiled, love-drunkenly. Backing off, standing up. His sculpted body towered over you as he slowly-so fucking agonizingly slowly-you wanted to get up and tear it off of him. But you didn't.
Why?
Because his eyes glared over your body, roughly taking his tie off, he placed it between his teeth, roughly climbing over to you. Straddling your pathetic body, with his muscular thighs as he ties your hands together with that tacky, yet iconic, leopard print tie. His bare chest hung right above you, giving you an ample 4K resolution view of this sexy man's tiddies.
Soon, he crawled back down, back to bring between heaven and reality.
That would be the last thing you remember. Nanami had you fucked out of your god damn mind. First he made you cum on his tonge as he ate you out like some starved, depraved man. Ravishing your poor cunt till you saw stars twinkling above your head, doing your best to supress all the whimpering and moaning.
To no avail.
Then, he flipped you over, giving your ass a good spank before he teased his way in. Dick so hard it felt penatrating, as he gently pressed his way in. Letting you accomadate his size for a few mintues. While he reached down, feeling his heaving bare chest on your back, to pat your head and ruffle your hair.
You lifted your self onto your forearms, since his tie didn't let for much freedom. Then it all became a messy blurr, he shoved your head into the pillow, whisper-moaning sweet nothings into your ears as he rocked your body. Knocking the air our of your lungs, eyes rolling back as drool spilled from the corners of your mouth. Spluttering onto his dick pushed him over the edge. Made him cum hard all over you back, pull out game is still strong.
He chuckled at your fucked out face, laying down next to you as you whine and whimper at the loss of contact. He whispered with a seductive tone laced with venom, kissing your forehead, pulling you close. "Ready for round three, darling?"
MEANWHILE the other four were huddled up in Gojo and Haibara's room down the hallway, which was furthest from yours.
He had booked twin beds instead of a queen sized bed. Groaning as he watched the others team up on him by stacking all their plus cards together.
They were all cramped onto one bed, Shoko next to Gojo and across from them were Haibara and Geto.
Geto spoke up, admist the laughing. "Good thing you booked our rooms far from theirs."
Gojo whined, throwing his head back onto a pillow. Then he sat back up.
Shoko added. "Yeah," she chuckled, watching Gojo's face drop at the amount of plus fours. "aaand~ we booked them a couples room."
Haibara lit up, watching the pale haired male's misery unfold. As, he turned to Shoko and Geto. "Right! It was so hard to keep a straight face this morning! Y'know when they were asking and shit."
Gojo groaned, glaring at the three down as he reluctantly started picking up 20 cards from the deck. Sulking, he spat. "Yeah, and guess what?" he side-eyes the rest of them. "I was blamed for it." Going from one single UNO to holding 21 cards, while the others all possessed a minimum of three!
He wanted to give up. Then, still sulking, he remarked, rolling his eyes. "They're probably fucking like bunnies or something."
